My Brothers – As mentioned earlier, there were 4 boys in the family. I was the eldest, and then came Kevin, (who was born deaf), Garry & Geoff, (a 5, 7 & 7 year gap respectively). As the eldest, when ever they fucked up, it was my fault. That’s the down side of being the eldest I suppose.
We were a typical bunch of boys, hated each other at times, fought like cat & dog, but if someone else took on a brother, then they took on us all.
We did some horrific things to each other, run over one or another with bikes, cars, whatever. Shot at each other with air rifles, tried to blow each other up, threw the youngest off the garage roof, (to see if he could fly), and all sorts of horrid things.
The youngest, Geoff, was always used to solve arguments. Things like, “see, I told you. Even though he’s light, he can’t fly!” As he lay bloody & crumpled on the concrete below.
Wonder why he’s still in therapy?
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